Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Well

A hard whimper sounded in the cave behind Frostwolf Fortress, which meant that a guy who had been comatose due to poisoning had regained his consciousness. But this old orc with black cloth over his eyes did not wake up because he was detoxified.

In fact, he is still suffering from the toxins.

This Ravenholdt's secret toxin also has a destructive effect on the mind. When it takes effect, it is difficult for the poisoned person to recover his mind on his own.

The moment the old orc woke up, he felt pain everywhere in his body.

The wound was numb with dull pain, and he couldn't help but let out an overwhelmed response.

However, the severe physical pain could not interfere with his sober and excessive spirit at this time. The immovable body was like a cage, trapping his awakened soul in it.

As a legendary shaman, Drek'Thar of the Frostwolf clan immediately realized that something was wrong with his state, as if a strange magic was taking effect on his mental level.

Be patient, I'm not a doctor or a priest, and I can't remove the toxins. But I have a special 'treatment method' that can revive you mentally before you physically.

I know it hurts.

But I also know that for a legendary shaman, as long as your spirit is revived, the physical pain will naturally have magical elements to help you alleviate it.

A strange but not unpleasant voice reached the ears of the legendary shaman, making Drek'Thar alert in the unbearable pain. The old orc gritted his teeth to prevent himself from showing his weakness in front of strangers.

He moved his thirsty and chapped lips, calling out almost silently, and the power of the gentle water turned into healing waves rolling inside his body.

It calmed the pain while bringing moisture to his body that was in desperate need of moisture.

Blake watched the process calmly, watching the old shaman in front of him silently heal himself.

While Drek'Thar was calling for running water for healing, he was also looking around in the cave, and finally got up and went to the corner, where he retrieved an ancient wooden totem that was one-third as tall as a man.

This is the unique medium for shamans to cast spells.

Although it looks inconspicuous on the surface, it is very magical when it works.

Each totem is personally made by the shamans, who personally summon the power of the elements to imbue the totems so that they can carry and integrate with the power of the elements.

The more powerful the shaman is, the more totems they make. They will infuse different elemental powers into different totems and activate them when needed.

The most awesome thing is that the totem is different from the magic wand. All its magical effects are range-wide and semi-permanent.

As long as the shamans can hold on, they and their comrades can permanently obtain the effects of totem magic. The more advanced the shaman, the more powerful the totem power released.

And once the power covered by the totem exceeds four, it is enough to double a warrior's combat effectiveness.

Therefore, when you see a shaman has dropped four or five colorful totems and starts shooting lightning arrows at you, no matter what bad things you want to do, you should run away rationally.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be a totem that specializes in curing toxins, right? It's a rare high-level totem. Today is an eye-opener.

Blake observed the wooden totem in his hand that had a strong orc clan style. He said something to Drek'Thar, who looked better, and inserted the half-old totem next to him.

The old orc still didn't answer.

But the moment the totem was planted, a beautiful and gentle stream of elemental light began to dance and twine on the surface of the totem. It shone very rhythmically, with a frequency of about once every five seconds.

The power was like gentle waves lapping at the old orc and Black next to him, and the pirate could feel a fresh elemental force washing over him.

It flows through your body, dispelling any toxins that may be present.

“What a magical experience.”

The pirate commented with the knowledge a master warlock should have:

Moder than the scorching holy light, faster than the mysterious Lunar magic, and faster than the natural magic of the Druid, in addition to extremely high talent requirements and unstable effects, the shaman's elemental spells There are real merits.

I seriously doubt that the greenskins were blind at the time. How can this magical power be inferior to the warlock's magic that can only destroy?

Be careful what you say, stranger. You are seeing what you call a 'greenskin' right in front of you.

With the help of the poison-clearing totem, the old orc finally breathed a sigh of relief. The toxins in his body were still being destroyed, but it was much better than before.

He covered the wound on his chest, stood up with difficulty, leaned against the stone wall on the edge of the blanket, and said to Blake in orc language:

The power of the elements is an excellent power for healing and assistance, but its effect depends too much on the shaman's ability to communicate with the elements, and he is not good at fighting head-on.

After the Horde was established, after they drank the blood of demons, and when they decided to cleanse the entire Draenor, what they needed was not healing or assistance.

In that case, elemental power, as good as it is, is no match for the sorcerer's way, which can only cause destruction.

After all, it would take several years to train a shaman, and becoming a warlock only requires signing a contract with evil energy.

Are you a human?

Why are you in our territory?

Let me correct you on two statements, Mr. Drektal.

Blake sat on the stone next to him, holding a flame totem in his hand and studying it. While observing the elemental symbols on the totem, he said academically:

“First, the way of the elements is not bad at frontal combat. Your Draenor shamans are weak in combat simply because the four elements you once believed in are too weak.

It's not your fault, it's the world's fault.

I think you have a deep understanding of this after seven years of seclusion in Azeroth. After all, you've caused more than one major snowstorm in the Alterac Mountains in the past seven years.

If such a power is still evaluated as not good at fighting, then 90% of the spell casters in this world should commit suicide in shame.

You already know how powerful the elemental forces are in our world.

Your understanding of shamanism should also keep pace with the times.

The pirate paused and looked at the old orc, who had red eye patches on his eyes. The old orc also looked at him, who had black eye patches on his eyes.

This scene is really like two blind people communicating about their condition in the dark.

If the flame totem in Blake's hand was replaced by a huqin, this scene would be more joyful.

But the two people talking to each other didn't feel anything was wrong.

Blake continued:

Second, I am a human, yes, but I am not in 'your' territory. Drek'Thar of the Frostwolf Clan, I hope you can look at this issue rationally.

You are a group of invaders. Even though the Frostwolf Clan has never joined the old tribe's war against the Eastern Continent, you have chosen self-exile since you crossed the Dark Portal.

But this still doesn't change the fact that you are one of the invaders.

This is not your territory.

This is the territory of the human kingdom.

You're just a bunch of 'uninvited' jerks.

Just because you have been living in seclusion here for seven years does not mean that this land really belongs to you.

Now, my countrymen are coming to take back this place, and they are going to drive you out of your own land, and I don't see anything wrong with that.

What do you think?

A wise and peaceful legendary shaman.

The old orc fell silent.

After a few seconds, he sighed and said:

You're right, human.

But many people can see this problem, but we just can't find a solution. We sent envoys to try to communicate with the officials of the Kingdom of Alterac.

Even if it's on a rental basis, that's fine

We just want a quiet life.

You also said that we have never joined the old tribe's war against you in the past. Even when Ultrem led his soldiers from the Alterac Valley to attack Lordaeron, we did not join him.

We avoid them.

But this offer of peace was met with an assassination.

That's the problem, old orc.

Blake crossed his legs, sat on the stone, spread his hands and said:

I can responsibly tell you that the envoys you sent have never seen the future king of Alterac, and the letters you wrote personally have never reached the desks of the alliance's top leaders.

This assassination was not arranged by Auriden Perenolde, you know what I mean?

Someone is preventing you from seeking peace.

Of course, even if they don't stop us, at this point, just one year after the end of the Orc War, and Lothar was seriously injured in the attack, there is absolutely no peace between you and us.

Your yearning for a peaceful life has weakened your proper judgment, Drek'Thar.

And this is why I came here. In your traditional culture of the orcs, you have always had a tradition of respecting prophets. You honor powerful psychics and shamans as prophets, even though they have no ability to predict the future.

But I'm different.

I am a true prophet.

I am here to talk to you, just to guide you to the right path for the future of the Frostwolf clan. Your hope is not in this cold and barren place.

Your future lies in the south, in the place where you first set foot in this world.

Your future lies in your world, not in this land that does not welcome you.

You mean the 'orthodox tribe' of the Burning Plains?

The old orc hesitated for a moment and said:

Red Blackhand did send a messenger, but I don't trust the future he painted.

This has nothing to do with whether you believe it or not. Are you a prophet, or am I a prophet? Since I have made a prophecy, you can just carry it out. Will this do any harm to the Frostwolf clan?

Black stood up, threw the Searing Totem aside, put his hands on his hips and said to the old orc:

The Sons of the Frostwolf and the Legendary Warlord are on their way here. You can listen to them with your own ears, and you can judge the identity of the Frostwolf wanderer who is about to join you.

You are awake now and you can decide whether you want to go or stay.

And if my guess is correct, after assassinating you, those behind the scenes will also assassinate high-level human beings. I have even guessed who the executioner is.

I will bring him and he will tell you the truth.

Red said that the orcs under his leadership will no longer succumb to any conspiracy that tries to take advantage of you. You orcs will only fight for yourself and your people.

I think what he said makes sense.

So, wait and see.

After saying that, the pirate turned and jumped into the shadows. Before leaving, he turned back to the old orc shaman who was struggling to get up and said:

Of course, if you finally decide to stay and fight for this land that never belonged to you, I have no regrets. When you are defeated and have nowhere to go, my fleet will open the door to you.

Just do it bravely, it doesn't matter if you fail.

At worst, he could be a pirate.

This profession has no barriers to entry and is easy to plug and play. In short, our ‘Azeroth Scum Alliance’ always welcomes you group of invaders.

After leaving these words that seemed both an invitation and a taunt, Black disappeared into the darkness of the cave. His leaving gesture made the old orc palpitate.

Even though he was as weak as ever, the power of the elements protected the cave. In a place filled with elements, he could not sense any aura of this human being after he disappeared.

If he wants to assassinate

He and the commanders of the Frostwolf clan had died quietly long ago.

Maybe this is a warning?

Sons of the Frostwolf.

But then the old orc thought of the prophecy left by the human being. He savored the name, a trace of anxiety and expectation flashed across his face, and he tried hard to support his sick body, holding on to the stone wall of the cave, and walked out with difficulty. go.

He had heard the noise coming from outside.

At this time, outside the Frostwolf Fortress, a group of Frostwolf warriors and wolf cavalry led by Captain Galvan were surrounding the guests in front of them with evil eyes.

You are not welcome here!

Captain Galvan, who was naked from the waist up in the ice and snow and carrying a battle ax, roared:

leave!

Shut up, little bastard!

Varok Saurfang stood in the encirclement with his arms folded. Facing the hostile Frostwolf orcs, this legendary warrior did not even touch his battle ax.

He scolded the group of compatriots in front of him:

You have no place to speak here! Let Drek'Thar come out! I'm here on behalf of the Kor'kron clan and Chief Red. I have something to say to him.

The Frostwolves don't want to listen to you bastards who succumbed to the blood of demons!

Captain Galvan was enraged.

He roared and strode forward with a battle ax in hand. Varok sneered and moved his fists. He is a standard orc, and he knows how to deal with these angry guys.

You have to convince them physically before you can teach them psychologically.

But behind him, the cunning Evil Eye was whispering to the young man next to Thrall:

Do you want your tribe to accept you? Let me teach you the quickest way, Go'ir. We orcs admire warriors the most. As long as you are powerful enough and strong enough, they will respect you the same way they respect warriors.

And once you earn respect, it will be easy for you to integrate into your clan.

Go ahead.

Evil Eye, with a sense of cunning that a playful orc should have, urged behind Thrall:

Take your ax and knock over the big, green man. Don't be afraid. Fight bravely. Even if you can't win, you still have to show your blood.

You have to learn to be an orc, right?

You have to take the first step, you can't just let Warlord Saurfang do everything for you, right?

You are the son of the Frostwolf!

Your parents are watching you from the sky!

They want you to return to your people.

What better way to show your courage than to show your courage in front of your tribe? Go ahead, put your wisdom aside, now is the time to let your power come into play.

I will support you secretly, come on!

hurry up! Give them some fun and see.

You forward-thinking little brat.